Fic: Victor Valdés/Sergio Busquets, PG-13
Title: Yes
Pairing: Victor Valdés/Sergio Busquets
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: angst, clichés
Word Count: 740
Disclaimer: Not true. Not a word of truth here. I know it, and you should know it too.
Summary: He said yes, and Victor just walked away, but why?
Notes: Started writing this for a prompt ("I just want to be your one"), but never posted there. Probably because it's incredibly cliché.
He didn't get it. He didn't get him at all. He told him - he told him long ago, when he first asked him, when he first caressed his arm and looked at him with his dark eyes, that he'd do it. That he'd sleep with him. He told him that he wanted to, that he would let him do anything he wanted.
Because he would. There was no point of lying about it. He'd let Victor do anything he wanted, touch him anyway he wanted, stay for as long as he wanted. He couldn't deny it.
But Victor pulled back and turned away and left Sergio angry and confused and achingly hard - yes, he got hard just from being so close to Victor, just from thinking he'll finally get what he wanted, that he'd finally have Victor's big hands touching him, just from that.
He didn't get it. What was the point of asking if he didn't mean it? What was the point of teasing him, making him think that all those hazy fantasies he had about Victor touching him, running his hands slowly over his body, kissing him and finally taking him, if he didn't mean it?
And it's not like he enjoyed making Sergio suffer. No; he seemed disappointed; sad, even, when he took his hand off of Sergio's arm and left.
He just didn't get it.
What he did get was even more frustrated. There was something about the way Victor looked at him, something about the way he looked at him when he slowly caressed his arm, that made it impossible for Sergio to believe that he didn't want him. There was such an open need in Victor's eyes, he found it hard to convince himself now that it wasn't real, that it was only him and his crazy, lustful fantasies that made him think there was something between them.
It was so much harder to look at him without thinking about it now. Without thinking about all the things he craved from Victor, all the things that seemed to be within his reach for just a moment.
He just didn't get it.
It's not fair, he thought. Not fair at all.
But of course he couldn't say it. He couldn’t imagine himself approaching Victor and saying that to him.
But it was tempting. Tempting to confront him. Tempting to tell him that he couldn't toy with him like that, to give him hope and snatch it away from him, just like that, in a matter of seconds.
He didn't get it. He told him he wanted to.
But it really wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that even though he was angry and really wanted to hate him, he couldn't stop thinking about him. It wasn't fair that sometimes he'd get hard just from seeing him across the patch, catching the ball and holding it in his gloved hands, just because he couldn't help but thinking how it'd feel like to have those hands holding him like that.
"It's not fair," he told him eventually, when he couldn't hold back anymore.
"What's not fair?" Victor was still damp from the shower and Sergio would not admit it, but he waited for him, waited for him because he couldn't help but saying what he's been thinking for so long. Waited for him to be alone because he didn't think their teammates would look kindly on the kind of confrontation he had in mind.
"I said yes! I said yes, and you just walked away from me!"
"That's not what I wanted," Victor threw the towel away and stepped closer, "don't you get it? It's not what I wanted at all!"
"Then why did you have to ask? Why did you have to say anything?" Sergio was almost screaming now, "Damn you. I don't get you! I fucking said yes!"
"No you didn't! You didn't," Victor took a breath, visibly trying to calm himself.
"But I did! I said so - I said I wanted you. I said you could do whatever you wanted! I said you could fuck me!"
"But it's not what I wanted! I wanted… Don't you see? I don't want you to let me fuck you! I just want to be your one! Not someone you fuck and then forget!"
"Yes."
"What?" Victor was so caught up in his anger, he didn't really understand what was that supposed to mean.
"Yes. I want that. Yes."